The bar was a wreck - splintered tables, broken glass, and blood smeared across the floor like war paint. But the real danger wasn’t the shattered mess. It was them.
Calder. Maddox. Jaxon. Rafe.
All four of them stood like predators who had cleared the field, and I was the prize they were circling.
My pulse hammered. My palms were damp. I pressed back against the wall as if it could swallow me whole.
“You can’t run,” my wolf whispered, smug and hungry. “We found them. They found us.”
I shoved her down, sharp as a blade. "No. We just got free. I’m not walking into another cage."
My back hit the wall before I realized I was moving, palms flat against the splintered wood, lungs fighting for breath. My wolf pressed up, restless, prowling. “Stop pretending. You want them. Every inch of yo
